Blurb:Helen has recovered from her last wild night at Sex Camp, an amazing orgy with eight different partners. Now she has developed an attachment to Hayden, the super-model gorgeous recruiter for Camp. She falls more in love with him, but how can they be exclusive in a place like this?

When Hayden accepted the invitation to the Blitz, he gave consent to give up all control. He has no idea who, when, where, or what will happen, he only knows it will be very, very pleasurable. But at Sex Camp, you get your excitement from pushing the limits. Helen and Hayden wake early in the morning to find Doctor T and their friends have come, and they will force Hayden to give up all control before the ultimate pleasure can be his.

Helen, being held by a dark eyed, dark haired stranger, can only watch.

Takrim is lost and beaten in the ancient forests of Arabia. Sadiq finds him and tries to save him, but finds that Takrim is under the control of a powerful, evil jinn.

The eveil jinn traps Takrim with pleasure. There's only one way to save him.

Shackles of the Genie is a gay erotic short story.

Here's a sample:

Stepping inside the warm
ring of light cast by the camp fire, the stranger over his shoulder
stirs. Sadiq slows, laying him down carefully to his pad of blankets.

With darkly lidded eyes, the
young man looks around with confusion, and subtle relief. Questions
seem to collect upon his brow, but he does not ask them. After a few
moments, he meets Sadiq’s intense gaze.

“You should not have
brought me here.”

Sadiq is a little put off.
He kneels down before him.

“Who are you?”

For several breaths, the man
stares at Sadiq with tired eyes.

“Takrim. My name is
Takrim.”

“I am Sadiq.”

They nod in greeting, but
Takrim’s movements are hesitant.

“What happened to you? Was
something following you?”

Takrim stares out into the
darkness beyond the light of the fire.

“It does not matter.”

He pushes his arm into the
ground in order to stand.

“I must leave.”

Sadiq places a hand on his
shoulder, firm.

“You are in no condition
to travel.”

Takrim deeply fills his
chest.

“My life is none of your
concern.”

Sadiq smiles, giving his
shoulder a paternal pat.

“It is now, stranger. My
conscience will not allow me to shoo you off, half starved, thirsty,
and with nothing to protect you from the chill. When is the last time
you ate or drank?”

Takrim raises his hand to
his face, weary. Seeing he will not – or cannot – answer, Sadiq
reaches for his leather waterskin.

“Here, it’s water.
Better have your fill.”

“No.”

Takrim pushes away the
waterskin and again tries to stand.

“Easy, stranger.”

Sadiq grasps his bicep,
holding him. They lock gazes.

“You are safe now. I don’t
know what you’ve been through, but you don’t have to be afraid.
Please... let me help you.”

Sadiq offers the waterskin
again.

Takrim accepts it. His eyes
glaze as he lifts it to his lips. Swallowing a small sip, he begins
to tremble. Sadiq catches the waterskin before he drops it.

“I must... leave...”
Takrim gasps. He shakes so bad he can barely get his arms underneath
himself.

Sadiq covers him with a
thick fur. He puts pressure on his chest, forcing him to lay back.

My
worries fade as his hand greets mine. With as much leisure as we
would stroll the beaches of Isothrith, we circle the immense fallen
tree and find privacy behind its uprooted base.

He
chuckles warmly and I turn to face him. His tan face is ruddy and
sheen.

“What
is funny?”

He
takes both my hands in his.

“I
was just thinking... If not for the crash, we may have never met.”

I
cannot help but return his welcoming expression.

“I
suppose there is some good in every situation.”

He
closes the distance between us, his shirt brushing my exposed front
side.

“Every
cloud has a silver lining.” His thumb traces my chin, following my
lips. “An old saying from my planet.”

I
gaze down to the brush at our feet, my mind drifting back.

“Even
in darkness, the Uhadyk shine.”

Lifting
my gaze, I find his liquid green eyes locked on mine.

“Two
stars are at the center of our solar system, Igarenya and Itinsu.
Even when we rotate into the shadow of night, the Uhadyk embrace.
Their light, their love guides us in all things.”

Brock
leans in, caressing the side of my face as his lips meet mine.

It is
so gentle. So welcome. Even though our species originated on
completely different worlds, it feels as if we were made for this
intimate act. That we compliment the other.

Bethonos,
I want to compliment him in much, much different ways.

He
pulls away just before my lips flare with sensation, that would have
rippled all over my body. He does not let go of my arms as he regards
me, licking his lips to savor my taste.

“You
have cast a spell on me, Idarioos.”

He
pronounces my name perfectly. Still, I pause in confusion.

“I
do not understand.”

Brock
brushes my arms in a way that makes me want to collapse into his
embrace.

“A
spell... Magic...”

I
lift my brows with a titled smile.

“Oh?”

“Using
myths and ritual to perform feats beyond understanding?”

“Ah,
yes.” I lay my hand on the very large muscles of his chest. “That
is a barbaric notion.”

He
leans in close and speaks just above my face. “Exactly.”

Brock
kisses me again with such passion I melt in his hold. He pushes me
back, his arms holding me at the perfect angle to explore my mouth.
My life force quickens. My skin trembles, overwhelmed by his warmth,
his taste, his strength. Energy concentrates in my core, fed by the
delicious movements of his mouth over mine and his hands around my
body.

The
pleasure explodes outward, rushing to my skin. The dark organic
designs burst with outlines of color, so bright they almost glow. I
gasp from the extreme rush of sensation.

Brock
pulls up, admiring the markings with his fingertips.

“You
are the perfect creature.”

He
traces the swirls around my abdomen, extra sensitive to his touch.

“Beautiful.”

With
a light brush, he raises my chin so I look upon him.

“Perfect.”

There
is no denying my feelings as we walk back to the group. I have chosen
Brock, now everyone knows it. The three men stare at me with wonder,
my brother with something else. But I do not care. This is my choice.
The most inherent right of free-thinking beings.

I
turn away from my brother as we regroup to leave. His skin might have
changed colors too, judging from his expression, but his body lacks
the strength. Rush helps him up and we resume our trek through the
forest.

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